Often, to amuse themselves, the men of the crew

Catch those great birds of the seas, the albatrosses,

Lazy companions of the voyage, who follow

The ship that slips through bitter gulfs.

Hardly have they put them on the deck,

Than these kings of the skies, awkward and ashamed,

Piteously let their great white wings

Draggle like oars beside them.

This winged traveller, how weak he becomes and slack!

He who of late was so beautiful, how comical and ugly!

Someone teases his beak with a branding iron,

Another mimics, limping, the crippled flyer!

The Poet is like the prince of the clouds,

Haunting the tempest and laughing at the archer;

Exiled on earth amongst the shouting people,

His giant's wings hinder him from walking.